12/2/13 Sleep Tight

Just a couple of fun notes today.  This morning, the milkman delivered something in a weird looking container and it smelled like t.r.o.u.b.l.e.  I crouched low to the ground, ears back, sniffing intently, a growl in my throat, lips peeled back to show a tooth here and there.  But, nothing sinister popped out.  Mom finally put the thing away in the garage.  I’m going to be keeping a look out for it.  (Mom’s note:  the milkman delivered a portable, styrofoam cooler containing ice cream.  It had a block of dry ice in it!!  Thought Maggie was going to have a fit!)

Later, after everybody came home, Jamie took me out back to play.  He had a long pole with a “fur tail” on it.  He kept swinging the pole around for me to chase.  But I gave a tremendous leap and snagged it right out of his hands!  I ran full-blast, Hairy Bullet style through the yard, around and around.  I was really getting my speed up when I ran right into the side of the house.  Smack!  Mom heard my big ole head hit the brick wall and she came out, worried, a dishtowel in her hands.  But I just shook it off and made for the swingset.  Had a little headache, but I’m fine now.

So Mom said, “That’s enough playing in the yard for one day!”  Thus, Jamie took the lead and we went for a walk. While we were out, I encountered the round cardboard that a frozen pizza is packaged in.  It was just lying out in the open on a lawn en route to the park.  Today was garbage day, and it must’ve blown away from the garbage truck somehow.  Treasure Time!  Pounce!!!  I grabbed it in my jaws and chewed off the shreds of frozen cheese before Jamie could stop me.  Deee-licious!  Jamie stopped and pointed in my direction, intent on telling me to “leave it” but I surprised him by jumping up and licking his outstretched finger.  That’s me, Maggie, with Point-and-Lick technology.

Finally, Mom said that I wasn’t sleeping when I was put to bed at night in the crate.  Dad doesn’t hear very well, so Mom lay there listening to me whine night after night while Dad snored away.  She pleaded and pleaded with Dad to let me come back to their room IF I sleep on the dog bed.  Dad finally relented:

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Mom took off the prong collar and all I can say is, “Aaaaaah.”

Sleep tight, humans, sleep tight.

Woof!

Love, Maggie

 

 

 

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